In the carriage, Anastasia finally stopped pinching Arthur's side.
She pulled her hand back slowly and crossed her arms over her chest. Her expression changed from playful to serious. The smile that had been on her face moments ago was completely gone now.
"That Ava is really beautiful," Anastasia said. There was a slight edge to her voice that hadn't been there before. "She clearly has something for you."
Arthur rubbed the spot on his side where she'd pinched him repeatedly. The area was still tender.
"There are many beautiful women who have something for me," he replied casually. His tone was matter-of-fact. "It comes with being a young talented and powerful prince."
Anastasia's eyes narrowed at his response. Her expression became more serious. "So you're saying you don't care? That she's just one of many?"
